Darkness falls over the arena as the fans cheer, some of them out of anticipation, others out of lack of knowing how to react. Suddenly a young voice begins to recite a familiar poem.
When a man's heart is full of deceit
it burns up, dies, and a dark shadow
falls over his soul.
From the ashes of a once great man has risen a curse,
a wrong that must be righted.
We look to the skies for a vindicator,
someone to strike fear into the black heart of the same man who created him.
The battle between good and evil has begun.
Against an army of shadows comes the dark warrior,
the purveyor of good, with a voice of silence,
and a mission of justice.
This. Is. Sting.
After a brief moment of silence and darkness, the titantron screen lights up with the entrance video of the "Icon".
As the crowd erupts into cheers, "Immortal" by Adema begins to play as the fans are joined by the one and only Sting as he makes his way from the backstage area and enters through the curtain, turning the corner and appearing on the stage before them all. Sting stops and outstretches his arms and leans back, letting out a loud and passionate, "Wooooo!" before making his way down the ramp.
He makes his way down the ramp, darting over to the steel steps as he reaches the end of it. He ascends the steps and walks along the apron, stepping through the ropes as he walks to the opposite side of the ring and retrieves a microphone from the ringside official. He turns around and faces his opponent, the music fading out to silence as he raises the microphone to his mouth.
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Sting: One, two, three...it appears I'm a bit tardy to the party! Well sorry to keep you waiting, I wasn't sure what to bring! I considered chips and dip, a few two liters of soda, some hot wings, but I figured all that had been covered by someone else who was invited so I decided that I would just bring this bat. I hope there's a piñata otherwise I'll have to take a swing at one of you boys! All joking aside, I am here with a purpose. Last week I spoke of my mission and though I've been unsuccessful so far, I'm not going to let that fact hinder me. Am I frustrated? I certainly am, though I understand if I look timid in comparison to my friend's mouthpiece. Do you kiss your wife with that mouth, Jimmy?
Instead of verbalizing my irritation with being on a losing streak, I instead am going to channel it, and with my channeled frustration I will propel Samoa Joe and I to the finals of this tournament, and capture whatever gold it is that's at stake. Not for my own gain, but for the benefit of this company, to be a catalyst of change. It will begin with us capturing gold for the side of good, then the World Heavyweight Championship will be held by a hero, and then the Hardcore Championship, and so on until UWF is engulfed with justice. But before I can do that, there is a wrong that must be righted, our team name. Killtime? Is that the best that could be thought up? Who do I blame for that? Desmond? Joe, Jimmy, was it your brainchild because I certainly had no input!
Joetime would be a better name, the Kokina Scorpions, the Black and White Machine, I don't know I'm not great at this, but anything's better than Killtime! Besides this debauchery, there are more issues that require resolution, namely my opponents this week. Damiens and Dragons, or whatever you're being called, suffer from the same self-absorbed diarrhea of the mouth that Bray Wyatt suffers from, they just lack the cowardice, which is the one good thing I can say about you two, you're fighters.
That aside, the arrogant filth you emit toxifies the fans and impressionable youth as the words of Wyatt do, and because of this you must be whitewashed from this company, so that we may all be rid of you. Except this time when I proclaim this, I will not fail, I will not suffer another consecutive loss. My eyes are peeled for Bray Wyatt, Eli Cottonwood, and anyone that may interfere on the behalf of either of you anarchists.
Friday night, it will be showtime, and when the lights are on the ring and millions of eyes are on all four of us, Joe's gonna kill you.[/COLOR]
